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Blessed

I have to share how blessed I feel hearing what Bent not Broken means to so many people. I've heard from people that have lost loved ones, jobs, homes, struggled with addiction. I love how they didn't allow their circumstance to define them or destroy them. It's not always easy to find the positive in situations - it's refreshing and uplifting to hear from those that have the will and desire to not be defeated.

When you're not the one fighting the battle it's easy to say they need to get over it, move on, quit living in the past. I can tell you first hand it's not that easy. Overcoming our past takes diligence. It takes re-training our thought process and filling our brain with positive thoughts. It's critical to be able to say "I Matter." There were many times growing up that I questioned that. It took me many years to understand that the brick walls in my path had holes in them. I just had to take the step to walk through them. Change takes both time and effort, along with energy. It a lot easier to dig a deep hole for yourself and shut the world out. It's a choice to accept being Bent not Broken.

I also understand wanting friends and loved ones to get over it and move on. There's been several times that I had the same thought with certain people. That's when it's time for me to move on and remind myself that I alone can't change anyone. They have to want it and work hard at it for themselves.                                                                                         
I've learned while dealing with those fighting the demons of their past that we need to show understanding, we need to listen without responding - control our thoughts. We need to offer prayer and give hope, and if you have to walk away for awhile never stop praying.

Blessings to all of you on your journey.








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